It’s been one of those…
Lost & sad
implanted by another man
that is good in making you feel his trouble.
That is bad in making you feel his good. that is there in you
To worry about and about that you needn’t worry
Where whirr worlds free.
Little woe –living woman
Sordid as they say sortof
Hurt my girl once too often.
Beards of knowledge lets these things forget.
Don’t forget, tzaddik man. Not the hurt that you have made.
When you were trusted. Trusted. In making the heart.